Grateful to be writing and living with Raghavi — here are some excerpts from our collaborative piece The Transness Of Intimacies And Desires: Can You Love Me Like This Now?

We don’t realize how lonely we are till we start craving the closure whose possibility was erased before it could be interpreted.

“Who will love you?” is among the first concerns of those who love us, when they really mean: “How will I love you like this now?”

We don’t know how to weave the term sexuality into our lives. The closest we can come to understand it is through Susan Sontag’s textualization of Taste in Notes on Camp

“Taste has no system and no proofs. But there is something like a logic of taste: the consistent sensibility which underlies and gives rise to a certain taste. A sensibility is almost, but not quite, ineffable. Any sensibility which can be crammed into the mould of a system, or handled with the rough tools of proof, is no longer a sensibility at all. It has hardened into an idea...”

We are ineffably in love with everybody but afraid of the aftertaste: to be crammed into the mould of a system that hardens us into a fetishized fantasy.

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